she had been caught , again. Her Master had spanked her in the most humiliating manner possible, "the over the knee, bare hand , bare bottom !!"; the last time she was caught flirting with the handy man. Sir had warned her of just how severe the punishment would be if she was ever caught again.

  She just couldn't help it, though; she felt drawn to him, pulled even.

  She was laughing sharing stories with him when she noticed he had started working at a furious pace. She heard the shuffle of boots and all the blood drained from her face.

 The force from the blow to the side of her face knocked her to the ground. She froze where she landed, terrified of what was next.

 She couldn't get her bearings everything was moving & spinning. She was being half pulled, no, thrown across the room. She landed after hitting the side of the big leather chair. Her hands wear yanked from under her and roughly cuffed behind her back. She was being hoisted up by cuffs and hair, forcing her to cry out. She was then trust forward, landing in a face plant over the arm of the couch, ass propped high in the air.

  Her shirt was being pulled up as far as it would go, then the rough hands were pulling and ripping the front of her pants open and yanking them to the floor.

She begged and pleaded for him to stop! She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being unbuckled and pulled a away from him in one hard fast swoop. The next second, she was crying uncontrollably with strong gasps for air. The lashes were hitting her bare flesh hard and fast. Exhaustion overtook her quickly. All went black.

 She came to, her face chaffed from being rubbed repeatedly against the couch. Sir was fucking her hard from behind, spanking her bare ass and thighs. He grabbed her hair coming in hard and deep. All movement ceased, frozen in time. The pressure and pain of him staying buried deep inside her was to much , she cried out in a weak sob. Sir slowly pulled out and trust hard one last time before going to relax and smoke. She lie their limp and spent; everywhere was throbbing and hurting. 

  She faded into the fog...

she heard stirring and felt ice cold hands groping her body. someone was rubbing against her ass, pressing her hard against the sofa.a long icy finger was poking at her clit from the right side of her, while a muscular arm was coming around her front left side to grab onto her right nipple, pinching and pulling at it. Then she felt the cold torso laying heavily on top of her back, grinding her into the couch arm.

 She new this wasn't her Master, he was much rougher, more sure of himself. This man was frightened, cautious even. she realized how wet she was becoming. Soon she was matching his rhythm. Then panting, her breathes becoming labored.

  she felt his manhood getting hard and pushing against her dripping wet pussy.

He was getting harder, and he was starting to make her stretch and it hurt. He was much bigger then her Master.  The grinding was becoming harder and faster. She screamed aloud as he forced himself into her, pounding her hard & long. His finger still pressing hard against her clit, she could feel the hot cum dripping down her legs, she was convulsing uncontrollably, muscles locking in wild spasms.

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